"Yes I can!" Rose snapped, moving about wildly within Thomas' grasp. She brought her knees forward, digging her heels into the ground in an attempt to spring forward, to follow Octavius, because who did he think he was just running away? What a coward, a bloody cowardly lion that was no different from the rest of them---
"Yes I---" But now Thomas was blocking her view too much, and she could no longer tell how far Octavius had gone, or even if he was still present in the carriage. No no no! In what world was he allowed to run away, after what he had done to her, with just a sorry. Sorry! Hadn't that just minutes ago been inexcusable? Only when she said it.
“Let go of me--- Thomas!” She roughly brought her hands to his wrists, vainly trying to break his fast grip. He did not know, he hadn’t just heard--- he wouldn’t be--- you didn't just flee from a fight--- what he had said, what he had done-- Rose let out a loud high-pitched shriek as she realized she could move no further. He would get away just like he wanted.
“This isn't over!” she began to shout over Thomas' shoulder, disinterested in any people around them, or with the possibility that Octavius had gone out of earshot. “WE’RE NOT DONE!” Her voice reached a near screech, with one last surge of energy. How could he do this to her, after everything, the entirety of their relationship, and he just---
For a split second, Rose's wild movements stopped. She understood Thomas' weighty tone, and his simple words felt too hefty to bare. She couldn't, she couldn't, that was the problem--- finally, he caught her eye and-- she burst into tears after a few moments of exchanged silence. What else-- what else could she do but nosily sob into her best friend's chest?
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